I was gellin’ out on a Friday
And surfing like I usually do
Searching for something
I could believe in
Not the usual patriotic
Name your super hero
Theorizing heads
Sham wow
Canteen floss
Mentality
But I could find
Nothing that I
Felt was true

Not even girls in bikini’s
And shoulder pads
Playing tackle
Football on channel
Fifty-eight

Miraculously
My stone of a heart
Still pumps blood
To my sawdust brain
But fuck me
The end is nigh